Post by te3hpwnr on Jan 10, 2012 21:19:21 GMT -5
OOC
IGN:Te3hPwnr
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Morrowind, Oblivion and Skyrim out of the Elder Scrolls Series and I have played all Mass Effect games as well as Fallout 3 and New Vegas
Why Us:I want to join this server because I am a huge fan of Skyrim and Minecraft and would love to help make this server the best ever.
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate many hours of time depending on homework/projects I have.
IC
Name:Veil Shroud
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Tall, black-haired man with stormy grey eyes. Slightly tanned skin covered with scars of many battles, most prominently a scar on the left side of my mouth, similar to Ezio in the Assassin's Creed Series. I am commonly adorned in steel armor as well.
Fears:My greatest fear is Spiders/Charous
Personality:Brave, funny, very loyal to his friends
Occupation:My father was a Legion Officer and wanted me to join as well. I was stopped short of pursuing it as my father was killed. I am now an adventurer, travelling to improve on the way of the sword.
Skills:I am a blades master as well as an aspiring marksmen
Nickname (Optional):Shroud; Shadow
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"There have been sightings of werewolves running about in the woods nearby. If you kill them and bring me their skins, I will present you with a great some of Septims for each skin," Blacksmith Aaron offers.
"Sounds like a deal," Veil replies.
Veil leaves the Smithy and walks into the woods bordering the town, looking cautiously into the shroud of blackness. His hair stands on end as a sliver of moonlight catches the empty eyes of a frostbite spider. He hesitates, then treads into the menacing woods, sword drawn and at the ready.
"I hate this place," Veil mutters, stepping over a log and scanning his surroundings. Out of the darkness, Veil sees a pair of blood red eyes staring at him in the darkness. The eyes caught Veil's and dropped to the ground. The beast seemed to leap out of the shadows and onto Veil. He dodged to the left, but was grazed by the werewolf's claws. He then retaliated with a overhand swing, catching the creature in the head, ending its life.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in the Imperial City to a family highly thought of among the Imperial Legion. My father, Garik Shroud, was a Legate in the Legion, and he had the greatest of the Legion blades men teach me the way of the sword at a relativity young age. Through many years of grueling training and schooling, I emerged as a skilled young man prepared to join the military. I was ready, up until the dreadful day my father died. The murderer was shrouded in dark robes and carried a jagged knife the color of fresh blood. I can recall the glint of the blade as it entered my fathers back and took his life. I chased the man far away, to the land of Skyrim, where I cornered and killed the man in the mountains near Markarth. I poured all my anger into the slash of my blade that ended his life. I planned to leave Skyrim and make my way back Cyrodil, where I would settle down in the city of Chorrol and live the rest of my life working for the Fighters Guild. But, somehow, I couldn't let all the unexplored wilderness' in Skyrim stay unexplored for long. I plunged into adventure, tackling the mountains of Markarth with full force. I travelled for nearly three months exploring south-west Skyrim, even finding a dog to accompany me. When I left the mountains, I moved into the forests of Falkreath and I even spent several weeks in the city. Over the course of two years I had scouted most of southern Skyrim and I was, and still am hungry for adventure.
IGN:Te3hPwnr
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Morrowind, Oblivion and Skyrim out of the Elder Scrolls Series and I have played all Mass Effect games as well as Fallout 3 and New Vegas
Why Us:I want to join this server because I am a huge fan of Skyrim and Minecraft and would love to help make this server the best ever.
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate many hours of time depending on homework/projects I have.
IC
Name:Veil Shroud
Race:Imperial
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Tall, black-haired man with stormy grey eyes. Slightly tanned skin covered with scars of many battles, most prominently a scar on the left side of my mouth, similar to Ezio in the Assassin's Creed Series. I am commonly adorned in steel armor as well.
Fears:My greatest fear is Spiders/Charous
Personality:Brave, funny, very loyal to his friends
Occupation:My father was a Legion Officer and wanted me to join as well. I was stopped short of pursuing it as my father was killed. I am now an adventurer, travelling to improve on the way of the sword.
Skills:I am a blades master as well as an aspiring marksmen
Nickname (Optional):Shroud; Shadow
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"There have been sightings of werewolves running about in the woods nearby. If you kill them and bring me their skins, I will present you with a great some of Septims for each skin," Blacksmith Aaron offers.
"Sounds like a deal," Veil replies.
Veil leaves the Smithy and walks into the woods bordering the town, looking cautiously into the shroud of blackness. His hair stands on end as a sliver of moonlight catches the empty eyes of a frostbite spider. He hesitates, then treads into the menacing woods, sword drawn and at the ready.
"I hate this place," Veil mutters, stepping over a log and scanning his surroundings. Out of the darkness, Veil sees a pair of blood red eyes staring at him in the darkness. The eyes caught Veil's and dropped to the ground. The beast seemed to leap out of the shadows and onto Veil. He dodged to the left, but was grazed by the werewolf's claws. He then retaliated with a overhand swing, catching the creature in the head, ending its life.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in the Imperial City to a family highly thought of among the Imperial Legion. My father, Garik Shroud, was a Legate in the Legion, and he had the greatest of the Legion blades men teach me the way of the sword at a relativity young age. Through many years of grueling training and schooling, I emerged as a skilled young man prepared to join the military. I was ready, up until the dreadful day my father died. The murderer was shrouded in dark robes and carried a jagged knife the color of fresh blood. I can recall the glint of the blade as it entered my fathers back and took his life. I chased the man far away, to the land of Skyrim, where I cornered and killed the man in the mountains near Markarth. I poured all my anger into the slash of my blade that ended his life. I planned to leave Skyrim and make my way back Cyrodil, where I would settle down in the city of Chorrol and live the rest of my life working for the Fighters Guild. But, somehow, I couldn't let all the unexplored wilderness' in Skyrim stay unexplored for long. I plunged into adventure, tackling the mountains of Markarth with full force. I travelled for nearly three months exploring south-west Skyrim, even finding a dog to accompany me. When I left the mountains, I moved into the forests of Falkreath and I even spent several weeks in the city. Over the course of two years I had scouted most of southern Skyrim and I was, and still am hungry for adventure.
